Tolleson, AZ

today is the second time i have ran into marilyn. funny i didnt know what she was all about, i figured she was just a rude crazy lady. i first meet marilyn when she stoped by my print shop in tolleson,az. she came in and just sat down calmly asking one of my employes for the owner or manager of the shop. i was busy on the phone, but could tell right off this wasnt going to be a ordinary customer. she came in with a black suitcase and had papers pinned to the front and back of her cloths. i tried not to look or mention them i was really busy and did not have time for a lony story. she had asked if i can donate some copies for her, she was very polite and did not need much. but my copier was actually out of service and i was waiting for the repair man to show up. she took it as if i was being racist and started to get upset. i tried to explain to here, but she wouldnt have it and stormed of calling all of us rascit and called our print shop a ugly house lol. we all didnt know what to think and it was soon forgoten... 2 days later i take my suv to get a flat fixed at the tire shop right down the street from my print shop, which is also right next door to the greyhound station! so im sitting inside whating for my truck to be repaird, and in walks marilyn with her suitcase and sits down next to me... i was like wow i cant believe this and i try to pretend to be busy on my phone to avoid her. that worked for about 30 sec. she started talking to the owners in the office which know me, so im brought into there conversation about the weather, and how the greyhound next door is being rude to her and kicked her out. she asked if one of them could accompany her next door to the greyhound for moral support... they of course declined cause they where the only ones there and she looks at me with this huge smile and ask me... having to clue at all she had meet me 2 days prior and called racist and other sorts... i was speechless and didnt know what to say! so of course i said yes, for reasons i have to clue why. so we walked down the street. she told me so was from flordia orginally and was spreading her word and protesting something that happen to her. after she told me that i decided to not ask any more questions. we arrived at the grey hound and walked in, the woman behind the counter was rude selling her a ticket to casa grande, az for 21.50. they argued back and forth because marylin was not sure if she was going to leave on sunday or monday. this sunday is the july 4th , so she tried to explain to marliyn there where closed. after about 5mins or so i told marliyn the ticket is good for monday also which would be july 5. so she got her ticket and we walked out. she told me thank you and handed me the paper to read. one for me and 2 for the tire shop and also told me to publish it in the paper...all i said was ok and good luck in casa grande. i then walked back to the tire shop and told them about this lady and how she was so rude to me the other day. they laughed and said sorry they had no idea and asked my why i took her to the greyhound. which i had to response except, i could not say no to her with that big smile. as i was leaving the tire shop i gave them the letter which they started to read and could not make any sence out of it. so i looked at mine i was intrigued by raft 2257 and microwave technology 6677.. so i googled it which lead me to this site of course lol wow. its pretty amazing and intresting i think. so casa grande look out marilyn gibbs is on the way leaving tolleson az. by grey hound on july 6... good luck on your trip marilyn...

Tolleson, AZ

Marilyn had been here before, the first time she was here was sometime at the beginning of June and carried on about her cause and manifesto.
We didn’t know who she was and didn’t pay any attention to her but she did leave behind a copy of her manifesto and that was it. Today
She was here at the Tolleson Public Library. She came in this morning she had her wig off and she started talking about her separation of the Black Race and was going to claim her Hispanic Heritage. She went on about her manifesto and her cause. She ask to borrow some tape and we let her have some. She had like a black suite case with wheels, she went and sad down. We have a summer program going on and really didn’t pay attention to her. On the blogs we had read about her but thought maybe she will be nice to us and not leave any of her nasty bags behind
WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! SHE LEFT HER NASTY BAG BEHING AND INSIDE THE LIBRARY . She took tape and attached it to the bag and a copy of the manifesto and hung it on our rack where we keep brochures . Anyone out there “DO NOT TRUST THIS LADY” She looks very friendly but watch out because she will get you and call the Cops as soon as she walks in to your establishment. She is not all there but she talks about being cheated with all this money but how is she getting around all over the United States if she was cheated of all this money.

Goodyear, AZ

I was just getting off of work from the local gas station right off the I-10 and as i was walking out to get in the car with my husband i noticed an older black lady lugging around two black bags and asking for a ride and it being a Friday night she wasn't having any luck. She came up to our car and asked for a ride and my husband was not inclined to her request. My husband and I had a short conversation about her and how she seemed a little off and I made a call to my friend working inside to let her know what was going on with the woman then that was that. Then a few weeks later i see the same woman enter the store but this time she had found a ride with a man but as he was walking out the door she insisted on handing me this paper and told me to send it to a shelter in Phoenix I told her OK and then she left. I started reading this letter really out of sheer nosieness and began reading about microwave technology oral sex offence. After reading the first letter it seems now she has been into makeup, acrylic nail, eye brow arching, and wig abuse. She seems to be more lost now from what i have read about her and her letters are getting shorter mine was only one page. i hope she finds what she is looking for....just like the rest of us....

AZ

My family and I met Marilyn tonight. We were coming out of a burger place and she was "set up" with all of her papers on one of the outside tables. We were almost to our car when called out. She said she was coming from a battered woman's shelter and needed a ride to the Good Sam Hospital on 14th and McDowell. It's close to where we live and she really did seem harmless, so we agreed to take her. I noticed she had a ton of papers with lots of cursive writing on them, but I thought maybe it was a journal of some sort, maybe having to do with her treatment at the shelter she spoke of. She really didn't talk a lot. I tried to make conversation on the 5-10 minute drive, but didn't get a lot out of her. She said she was from California and that she had only been in Phoenix for a two weeks. She mentioned that it wasn't going very well at all. At one point we passed a mortuary and she was quick to point it out. I didn't want to ask any questions and be nosey, so I assumed she was going to see someone very ill at Good Sam. We got to the hospital and as soon as my husband was about to turn in, she requested a location further down the street (Safeway at 7th St. and McDowell). She obviously didn't have an "appointment" at the hospital. When we dropped her off, she handed me her "manifesto". She said she was an activist and I just said that was great. I handed her a $5 bill and she thanked me for the donation. As my husband helped her with ALL of her stuff (various grocery bags full of stuff and a few black bags) she told my husband, "the white brotherhood and white sisterhood had helped out today and we are now friends for life". Of course, once she got out of the car I started reading the paper she had given me. As soon as we got home I googled "Carl Wyman" and found this blog. I just spent the last 45 minutes reading all the encounters with her. I'm shocked. Nothing this interesting ever happens to me.

Tempe, AZ

Hi,

I just came across this woman on the light rail in Tempe to Mesa Arizona. She just handed me a folded up piece of paper with
very nice writing.

"Tell the whole town of Phoenix, Arizona to Watch my Domestic Violence Shelter"
The whole night: The men are on the inside. The elks lodge.

She goes on about the the 20$ pimp Carl Wyman. I really wanted to talk to her to satisfy my entertainment for
the day but I was just too exausted from studying the night before. This was about 9am going eastbound.
She had 2 black bags that were on the floor. For each bag there was a laminated paper pinned for display of
her writings. She wore sunglasses and her heals were badly chapped. I sat there and read it sitting across from her and
after I was done I looked at her but she didn't pay me any mind.

After all of this I went home and googled the 20 dollar pimp haha I just wanted to see what the hell she was talking about and I found this site.

Las Cruces, NM

Greetings,

My name is Adam, and I manage a restaurant in Las Cruces NM. This morning (March 31st) I was doing some routine paperwork at my desk when I saw an older black woman posting something on a light post through my window. At the time I really didn't think anything of it. Perhaps a "Lost Dog" poster or something.

Shortly thereafter, I peered out my office window to find that she decorated the light post with fliers, newspapers, and a mysterious bag flailing in the wind. The newspapers were taped together to create a paper chain of sorts. I assumed it was done to draw attention to her shrine as the noisy newsprint flapped viciously in the New Mexico wind. After finding this website and reading the other testimonials I decided the paper chain could be attributed more so to the fact that she is bat shit crazy, rather than an advertisement ploy.

Needless to say, the light post looked a bit trashy. So I went outside to get rid of the mess. Of course the center piece was the infamous photocopied letter. I will spare you the details of the specifics of her manifesto for they're chronicled many times over on this website (and still makes no sense whatsoever). Rape, Carl Wyman, Microwave Tech. etc.

Where my story differs from the other contributors is what I would like to focus on here. To add information to the mystery and motivation of this woman rather than repeat what has already been said. Which brings me to the bag.

The woman tapped a bag of feces to a pole! Yes, a bag of poop. Totally ruined my day! Called the cops. They took some pictures and said "They weren't trained how to handle bio-hazards". They called the city. They sent out a guy who didn't even get out of his truck, took a few pictures on his phone, and sped away. So I got stuck with the responsibility of the BM bag disposal. Thanks Marilyn!

I too am now captivated with this woman. I need to get to the bottom of this! What happened to her? When and where did this happen? What was the catalyst that sent this tortured soul into action and on her mission? And most importantly, why did she feel the need to tape a bag of shit to a pole?


Sincerely,
Adam in New Mexico


p.s. I would love to hear what a psychiatrist has to say about her manifesto if anybody knows one.

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Casa Grande, AZ

I am a Librarian with the City of Casa Grande in Arizona. I have not met Marilyn Gibbs personally, but several of our staff have. On Thursday, March 18, Marilyn Gibbs Rodriguez came up to the circulation desk and asked to use some office supplies. When she was told that she could only use it at the desk, she became angry and said she could use it wherever she wanted and proceeded to take the stapler away and staple things on top of the glass plate of our photo copier. After she was done, she went around the library passing out her manifesto (almost identical to what was written in the Davis entry) and before she left, whispered in the ear of one of the staff when she was looking away "(something something) is Puerto Rican". Unbeknown to us, she later hung her manifesto attached to cups filled with urine, bags filled with soiled diapers, used tampons, and other cups filled with unknown materials on a tree outside the library. The police were called and an officer came by and told us that other such hangings were found around town, including a church. They all had the name Marilyn Gibbs Rodriguez with the same, crazy writings and waste.

Staff who saw her personally said that other than her hair looking frazzled, she looked normal, though they felt uneasy around her.

Davis, CA

She was in the UC Davis library today handing out fliers with seemingly random business cards attached to them. She handed out three copies of the same letter to everyone she saw. When she handed her letter to my friends and I, she mumbled something about Dr. King.

(hand written in the margins)
and a Michael Jackson in the cemetary army that are transported in white tractor trailer trucks big white fish trucks, U-Haul hitch trailers, white works vans and white pick-up trucks imported from Los Angeles, Sacramento, and San Francisco. Look for the side doors on the trucks.

(typed)
THE MEN ARE ON THE INSIDE RIGHT NOW.
MICROWAVE TECHNOLOGY 667.

Carl Wyman 20,0000 Traveling Ghetto Amry, (Mrs. Hazel Wyman)

A $20 Pimp. He Got Too Big For His Britches.

A Black Minister. The Salvation Army Shelter In A Ghetto,
Drug and prostitution Area. The earlington Heights Train Stop. Miami, Florida.

A Black Police Officer.
He look White Now. They Change Technology Twilight Appearances Every Hour And Business Frames Every Hour To Continue The Illegal Microwave Abuse Oppression Offense Funds Collections and Racketeering Microwave Abuse Oral Sex- Bathroom Rape Offenses on Wealthy Whites And The Whole Town, And Robberies and Murders.

They Chip And Attack There Whole Set -up. We All Got Chipped And Attacked At The Same Times. (Owners, Managers, Staff and Patrons)

You Will Know Him By The Oral Sex-Bathroom Rape Offense And Microwave Technology 667. (the following is and written) He put the offenses on a cheap microwave technology. They are not worth a dime!

He Is Traveling With Enough Technology to Abuse Every Town In America And He Is Traveling with a Team Of Hard Core Street Women That He Technology Twilight To Look Like Anna Nicole Smith, Miss White America, The Police Dept, The FBI, The Military and The Pentagon. They Microchip and Implant There Sex Deals On The Whole Town By Injection. (Mrs. Kurston Rodwin) They Are In Every Building In Town Making Deals On My Fifteen (15) Year Offense Offense, My Raft 2257 And My Microwave Technology 667. $900 Million, $800 Trillion And All Of The Money Made On My Raft 2257 And My Microwave Technology 667.

All of My FIfteen (15) Year Offense Funds Are Banked Under The National Black Church. (the following is handwritten) I don't know them. I am not a married woman.

Lobbyists, Activists, Marilyn Gibbs (Rodrigues) Race Separation to the Hispanic Race To Stop Black Race Abuse From Attacking Me For My 15 Year Offense Funds. I Am Traveling As A Hispanic Woman And I Don't Want To Be Mistaken As Black Woman.
I Have Shaved Off All Cultural Connection To The Black Race. They Need My Travel To Travel Safe, Stalking Me Saying Black Protection. They Tell You That They Are Going To Kill Me For You To Take There Bad Deals, E-Mail My White Friends And Let Them Send Help To Kill Every Black Voo Doo Witchcoat In America And Haiti.
They Have The Whole Life After Death Process From Carolyn Haiti And Jasmire Haiti From Safe Space Domestic Violence Shelter in Little Haiti, Miami, Florida.

Mrs. Hazel Wyman's Raft 207 Says That They Have Always Written For Me. They Are Reading Back to Me my Old Letters. There National Black Church Line Abuse On Both Ears. They Are Switching And Rewriting My Letters. A John Rodwin And A Howard Warner Offense. 911 Police Bomb Them Right now. (And There ELKS Organization White Men In The Night

Richmond, VA

I recently saw the words " chemical white processed black woman" on a forum and immediately recognized them. So I googled it and found this sight.
I was living in the Fan/Museum District of Richmond, VA from June of 2006 to June of 2007. Not sure of the exact date, most likely in the fall of '06, but my roommate's folks were visiting from Georgia. They we out seeing the town,my roommate and I were both at work, and this elderly black lady on the sidewalk asked them to roll their car window down while they were stopped at a stop sign. They did and she handed them a business card from a local Holiday Inn, said "thanks" and walked away. She had written "her manifesto" on the back.
We all kind of laughed about it, I stuck it in a corner of a picture frame we had hanging on the wall. It was just some random scribblings of some random lady. I guess not. We kept it, really, because it was funny but this website gives it a whole new meaning.
Attached is a photo of the back of the card. I still have it, hanging on my wall in GA. This places her in Richmond, VA in late summer/early fall of '06. Cannot really add much detail as I did not have any personal interaction with Mrs. Gibbs. Feel free to use anything from this or contact me.
This site is great, her story has me enthralled, I want to know as much about this lady as possible. Thanks for this.
Casey


[back of card]

Mrs. Kunston Sawyer Rodwin
Ringwald. She Is A Chemical
White Processed Black Woman.
Street Trash From California.

Microwave Abuse

Auburn, CA

Feb 20th Auburn Ca Aprox 7PM at and in and out buger

My friends and i were leaving the in and out burger on our way back from Lake Tahoe, while we were getting into our car a lady came up to us and asked us for a ride to the local kinkos to make some copys. We had a full car and were headed the opposite direction so we decided not to give her a ride. She proceeded to give us each a paper. The writing was typed and been copied over and over so it was not only un clear as to what the message was trying to say but hard to read. Complete gibberish. We then proceeded to google "Microwave Technology 667" because her paper said that so many times. Eventually we came across this blog about her. Crazy woman on a mission. Just wanted to share my experience with her.

Santa Rosa, CA

We found Marilyn G Rodriguez at a friends funeral in Santa Rosa 2/12/10 .

She drooped in after going to another church near by. She finds her way to churches apparently and if they are open or active just goes in. She has a church background. We although Anglo attended a Church of God in Christ, and she speaks with the gracious courtesy of a woman raised up in the African American church family.

We felt compelled to let her spend the night and prayed with her. She was very gracious, well spoken and gentle. Obviously traumatized and deeply in need of understanding and compassion. In review a few of these posts we see a stream of consistency that suggest pieces of reality. But buried under a construct for security.

She spent the night, took a bath, helped wash dishes and wanted to be dropped off at the local Catholic Church.

She expressed that she is ready to be done with her battles, is weary of the fight and we prayed with her that she could lay them down, trust in G-d to be be her protection, vindication and deliverer. We will continue as compelled to pray for this sweet kind gracious yet burdened woman. It is so very clear to us the importance of forgiveness of those that offend. The need to trust G-d to be the defender and vindication of those outside of our sphere of influence, lest we get consumed with battles we can never win. David the king of Israel put it best.."I have learned how to quiet my self like a weened chilled on my mothers breast, I do not worry about things to great for me" May Marilyn find such peace with the G-d she surely knows and has kept her "in her travels".

We pray the L-rd G-d king of heaven's armies protect, guard and release this precious person to peace, restoration, and wholeness. May those that have done her harm receive their just desserts.

Petaluma, CA

I was leaving the hospital because I was dropping off my father. My dad told me not to wait around because it was going to take a long time. moments before I left i noticed the a black women walk Thur the waiting area and out the door. Not but a couple minutes I left for home too. As I was leaving the parking lot I phoned a friend and as i was waiting for my friend to pick up my call, I was flagged down by a older black female. At first I thought that the lady just needed directions. So I pulled over and rolled down the window and the lady asked if she could get a ride to the nearest bus station. I was on the phone with my friend still and was not really thinking much about so I said yes. Shortly after my phone call I asked her which one she wanted to be dropped off at. In the few seconds I was on the phone it went for the nearest bus station to the Santa Rosa (a town about an half hour drive away) city hall. I wasn't happy wit it but I thought that I could do a good deed and wold receive some good karma for it. So the I started driving to Santa Rosa and got about half way there before any conversation got started. She asked me if I was hungry and I told her that I just eat. She said that she had some cheese and went into her bag but pulled out a whole loaf of bread. The she tried to tell me that she was an activist and was trying to got her money for some white cop. I acted like I was reding the paper but I was drivingand didnt think much of it. So we were coming up on City Hall and the she changed her mind and wanted to be droped off on the corner of Hazel and Olive. Then I asked her where that was at and she didn't know. At this piont I was getting mad but she was a little old lady and couldn't jus kick her out of my car. So I called my friend form earlier and asked him to look up the street. Luckily I was in the remote area so I finally got to the corner of the two streets. When we got there I was trying to get her out my car and awnswering ya to every thging she was saying. Then she broke out into this storie that she was chiped by this cop and gave me a stack of papers that were all the same. She told me if I did what was on the papers that i would be intitled to some of her money. Then she told me that i was her mexican brother forever. I told all my friends about what happened and they didnt belive me so I showed them the paper she gave to me. we were cracking up when we read it and then found this website.

Sebastopol, CA

She was in the Sebastopol Library (Sonoma County) today asking us to make free photocopies of her letter. We declined. She made copies herself, and handed them to people in the library.

I googled her later, seeing that others had the same experiences with her.

Hollister, CA

As I was picking up my husband just outside of Hollister, CA this woman came up and asked if we could give her ride to Watsonville, (a town about 30 miles away). She was over weight, older and dragging a big black suitcase, so I thought she looked pretty harmless and I let her in the car, against my husband's wishes. I told her I wasn't going her way but I would take her part of the way and she said anything was fine. She did seem a little odd so we tried not to talk to her. She didn't say too much but did tell us that she was coming from the Emmaus House, (which is a shelter for battered women in Hollister), and that she was on her way to the woman's shelter in Watsonville. I didn't ask any questions but was wondering if she was staying at these shelters or if she was just "preaching" to them. She handed my husband a flyer, (since I was driving), and told him to put it in my purse. Since she was so determined and specific my husband did what she asked. When my husband got out of the car to get her suitcase after we stopped, she put another flyer in my hand and insisted that it was for me and I needed to read it. As she left she muttered something about white sisterhood and white brotherhood...and I don't know what, we just wanted to leave. She and her flyer really struck us as odd so here I am two days later looking her up on the internet and I find that many others have shared our similar experience. From the description of her and the flyer, (which is so hard to make sense of), I believe this was Marilyn Gibbs. After reading this blog I told my teenagers that I did the wrong thing and no matter how harmless a hitchhiker may look they should never give a stranger a ride. I am glad my husband was with me because I think his presence was a deterrent causing her to stay fairly calm and quiet.

Watsonville, CA

I was getting lunch in Watsonville, CA on Monday Jan 18 2010, when Marilyn approached me and politely asked if I knew where the battered woman's center was. I was immediately concerned, but said I didn't know because I didn't live in the area. She then asked where the library and post office where, so I pointed her down main street in the right direction. She asked if there was a battered woman's center in my town and if I could deliver one of the copies of her letter there. I agreed and put the letter into my bag without reading it.

About three minutes later she approached me again, but didn't seem to remember our previous conversation. She handed me another copy of the letter and said, "a protest for Martin Luther King". I told her she had already given me a copy and handed it back. She then left the building and I didn't see her again.

After reading the letter, I googled Carl Wyman to see if there was something more than just crazy rambling to her story. I thought maybe she had internalized something in the news or had fragmented memories of a crime she witnessed long ago. That's what led me to this blog.

Like most people with posts here, I wish I'd asked more questions and offered more help. Even though she's obviously disturbed and I do worry about her safety, I don’t think anyone should keep her from her journey. She has the right to deliver her confusing message and touch people in her strange clandestine way. It's Martin Luther King Day today and I can't help but feel like my compassion was tested. It’s easy to pass her off with a laugh, and granted a lot of her ramblings are hilarious, but her feelings are real and worth respecting.

Good luck to you, Marilyn. I hope you find what you're looking for.

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Monterey and Watsonville, CA

Today I went to a Peet's coffee after some some diving in Monterey. It was raining, and there were a number of people one might call itinerant taking shelter outside from the rain - dreadlocked drifter kids with guitars, etc. I live in San Francisco where there's some amount of that sort of thing so I didn't pay it much mind. Inside while I was standing in line waiting to order I noticed a woman with a piece of photocopied handwritten paper put inside a plastic protector sheet, along with a FedEx receipt, safety-pinned to her back. Odd, but again I see weirder things that that almost daily in my own neighborhood. But I was gazing in her direction when she looked at me. She smiled and said hello. I said hello back.

She asked me if I knew how long it took to get to Watsonville from Monterey. As it happened, I was going to Watsonville for the first time myself on an errand that afternoon, and I mentioned that and that I thought it took about 45 minutes. She said 'Oh, can I get a ride with you to Watsonville?' I hesitated, partly because she seemed odd and partly because my car was full of gear and I wasn't sure there'd be room. She said 'Please say yes,' and against my better judgement I agreed. She seemed harmless enough, and I figured it would be an interesting story if nothing else. As I got my hot chocolate and we were leaving, she handed a piece of newspaper to the guy behind the counter and encouraged him to get 'her letter' posted in the local paper. He looked confused and tried to refuse but another worker told him to just take it.

I brought her back to the car and made room for her. She told me that we needed to go over to the bus stop to pick up her suitcase. As we pulled out of the parking lot she said 'I've got man trouble. I'm suing 3 men in Miami, FL. Identity theft.' I just said 'uh huh' and we drove over to the bus stop. She wanted me to go get her suitcase but I wasn't prepared to leave her in my car with the engine running. She rolled down the window and yelled at some one standing there 'Excuse, could you please get my bag? it's the green suitcase over there.' The guy looked confused but brought the bag over, and then wandered off. She took a photocopy of the same handwritten page, wrapped it up in some newspaper, and called another person over and asked him to hand it to the man who had brought her suitcase, and to tell him to get it published.

She told me she was happy that I was driving her because it was easy for the men from the Brotherhood to find her when she was on foot, and that the Brotherhood does the Devil's work. I didn't say anything.

We drove off. I had to head into town to a scuba shop to return some gear I had rented. I asked her some very basic questions, and found out she'd stayed in Pacific Grove the night before, and was on her way to Davis, CA. She asked me if I lived in Watsonville and I told her no, San Francisco, and she immediately started trying to get me to take her to San Francisco. I wasn't prepared to be in the car with her for 2.5 hours, so I fudged a story about needed to see a friend in between. She continued to probe and asked if I could pick her up when I was done, and I hedged and said probably not. She told me that if I read her letter it might make me change my mind. I told her I was driving and I couldn't read her letter right now. She said that driving was good thinking time and she hoped I would use the time to think about it.

We parked near the shop, and I asked her to come with me - again, I wasn't prepared to leave her in my car. As I brought my gear to the shop, she followed behind me some, smiling. When I got to the door I looked back, but she was approaching somebody on the sidewalk, handing them another one of the letters wrapped in newspaper. I went into the shop and was returning my gear when I noticed she'd come into the shop and was just hanging back, not speaking to the counter people. When I finished up, she stepped up to them and offered them a letter/newspaper package, again asking them to publish it in the paper. She then asked if I was done and I said yes and we moved on.

Back in the car, I asked her if she had friends or relations in Davis. She said yes, 'I'm going to see a Jewish sister there who's an expert on the tracking microchips that the police put in everyone they detain. Which of course they do.' This wasn't exactly a conversation starter, so I asked her again about when she'd gotten to town. She said again she'd stayed in Pacific Grove last night, and that her hotel was paid for by some Seventh Day Adventists. She said that Pacific Grove was really beautiful, and we had some idle chit chat about that. I obviously thought she was nuts, but again on an interpersonal level she was mostly very nice; not threatening, not saying anything rude or completely non-sensical exactly. I asked her where she was from and she said 'I like to tell people I'm from Davis.' I asked her if that was where she was really from and she said no, she was born in Tennessee, but she was from Davis.

We headed north. She offered me some oranges and I declined. She asked me if she could use the mirror and I told her of course she could. We'd alternate between silent periods and then she'd make a conversational gambit. She asked me if I was married or had children. I told her no, and then added that it wasn't legal yet (I'm gay). She laughed and asked me how old I was (35). She said 'I know about guys like you. You get to about 40 and then you find some young girl and you get married. Oh yes, I know lots of young girls who marry the older men. You'll find your girl someday.' I asked her if she had any children and she got a little terse and said no, no children. She had never been married. She stated that a few times.

We passed a sign for Nashua, CA and she said 'Nashua, NH. It's a nice town.' I told her my brother lived in Exeter, NH, and she said that was a nice place too. We talked geography a bit, and I mentioned she seemed to be a long way from Miami and from her troubles. It got out that she'd really traveled quite a lot, and she seemed to know a lot about different areas of the country.

Eventually we got to Watsonville. She asked me a few more times if I wouldn't take her to San Francisco, but I was firm. She had originally told me she wanted to get to Watsonville because it was a better place to get a bus to Davis, so I told her I would help her find the bus station. She told me to ask the drive-in at any McDonald's or Burger King; they always knew where the bus station was. We happened to pass a Burger King right then, so I went into the drive-in and asked about the bus station. This confused them a fair bit, but eventually someone in there was able to give us directions. As I drove her towards the station, she asked me if I would be willing to donate to her photocopy fund so that she could make more copies of her letter because there were only 30 left. I declined.

As we got close to the station she asked me what direction the station was in. I told her and she said to pull over right there, 2 blocks from the station; she was going to get out and give out more of her letters first. She had motioned to the parking lot of a sketchy-looking taqueria. So, I decided to do as she asked. As she gathered her things, she encouraged me to take the letter back to San Francisco and have it published in the newspaper there. She also said 'If you find those 3 men and put them in the cemetery, you can keep the money. And it's a LOT of money.' As she got out and gathered herself, I told her to take care of herself. She looked me straight in the eye and said: 'Don't say that. Don't say take care. If 3 men are police officers, and are black ministers, and they tell you they're married to you and take all you're money, and try to put you into a mental hospital because they say you have poor mental hygiene and are unfit to take care of yourself...that's RAPE.' I didn't really know what to say to that, so I just wished her well and drove off. As I looked back she was already giving her letter to someone else in the parking lot.

About 30 minutes later I got a call from the scuba shop, asking about that African American woman that I'd been in the shop with earlier that afternoon. It turned out that one of the store employees had read the letter, been very perplexed and intrigued and weirded out, and googled her. He found the information on this site and other sites about Marilyn, and had read about her run-ins with the police and such. He called to check in that I was OK and that I knew what I was dealing with. I had already left her, so we ended up just trading stories, he telling me what he'd read and me telling him my part of the Marilyn epic.

I've attached her letter, which includes a copy of the letterhead of the hotel she stayed at and a copy of her room key, apparently. It's almost like she wants people to follow her. A friend of mine thinks it's very elaborate performance art. I'm not sure, myself.

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Paso Robles, Ca.

Sighted in Paso Robles, CA

San Luis Obispo, CA

Today, a well-dressed black woman came into my work. (a copy shop in San Luis Obispo, CA.) Speaking to me, she was very polite, if a little needy. Many of the customers here are just as needy and not at all polite, so she made a good impression right away. After a miunte or two of talking to her though, something seemed off. Confiding to me that she had been a victim of identity theft, she handed me a nearly illegible handwritten paper, asking for 200 copies.

When the job was finished she paid in cash, using a bill on which she had written "Race Separation Black Race Abuse".

Before she left, she approached the counter again to give me one of the copies I had made for her. She had highlighted part of it in blue ink. She then told me that "they" can implant microchips in people, that she was dealing with at least three crooked black cops, and that their wifes were even worse. "They have the ability to make you a sex slave." she told me, "You stay away from those bad women." Then she left.

Reading the copy, I became concerned by its mention of people by first and last name, including, in one case, a car's liscense plate number. I Googled one of the names and almost immediately found this blog. My co-worker and I were blown away by the amount of information on Marilyn, how many people have encountered her, and how far she has travelled.

Attached is a scan of the aforementioned paper, with surnames and liscense plate number obscured.

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